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the taste of our goat cheese and milk
We shared our poverty, scared by reality, but our life lines were covered by silk
Until I lost a cow

The cattle were

Saturday Nite Live

Masta Ace

SlaughtaHouse

1993

on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "Uh no he didn't"
I'm so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt
I serve

Year of the Cat

The Lemonheads

Lovey

1990

direction
Completely disappears

By the blue tiled walls
Near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to

These days, she says,
I feel

The silk space of time
Covered in a trace of slime
It's not here to appear for the tears
The mere hatred that flows through the years
It was the silent

Another Murder of a Day

Tony Banks

Still

1992

She dreams china white behind her eyes of china blue
Her future wrapped in velvet and her memories wrapped in warm cotton wool

And the coffee

Wooden Brother

Woven Hand

Woven Hand

2003

We hit the floor
Just like her blue silk slip
Dark puritan rose
To the curve of her hip
I did not know
It was too much
Too much for me

If we all want to go home, whoever we are
Then I'll dig in style
Miss the tender kiss of silk in your hands
You want to be there surrounded by all

Your face divine
Your skin is sweet
Pulled by a string
A heart that beats
A fortune sad
You once received
Such blesséd form
You offer me
In still life I

I watch as I see their pink booties coming my way
She looks like a sweet illusion
Their names are my rainbow bright in life
They feel like blue silk

silk
Or blue jean
Or hues in between
But you're still the sky I look up to
So, dream
With me, darlin'
Some say good never lasts
That we'll die and we'll

Go alone. Wait! (another)
Come here. Grow. Grow with us
in the blue rain
We leaned over a varnished ferry rail between wharf piles of North Island

His words have got me wanting to be touched by his Brown Skin
Or drenched in it like Brown men
Like a strawberry dipped in chocolate, so close, it

money
I don't need a nigga to lend me money
I had to come up like the DVD
Now I can blow Fendi money
Goyard duffle full of blue bills
40 got two bodies

I'm still a
Handyman from the H
Handling my fate
Holding and juggling in one hand my marbles
The other got grapes
No milk
Prefer pashmina over silk

spinnin
This silk not linen, could've told you from beginning
The drip needs repentance, I gotta focus on not sinnin'
Put too much drip on this morning by

shit, niggas won't do shit, till I grab the .40 niggas acting clueless

Blue hat for the blue rats, down south all you niggas woulda thought I was a good

I'm living in a fantasy
Riding round town in a limousine
Face all did everything by Maybelline
My mom at home cooking good the kitchen clean
My dress

my eye of blue
But with the help of scopes I see that you
Slowly renew
Slowly renew
By yourself you are not near 'nuff strong
But in a group you cast

BOHEMIAN BURLESQUE

Bohemian burlesque
And charming when she danced 
She’d never been herself  till then
Her dress a silk romance
And wearing

can be free-minded thieves
Leaving earth by daylight
Let's abandon blue screens
Blue skies, paradise
We don't have to die like this
We can forge our own

dreamed her days away
Sitting by the water
Dreaming of another day

And she dreamed of silks and taffetas
Fine lace and cotton lawn
Of candlewicks

I like the sea in your eyes
Sparkling white & blue energy
You can hear the calls of its wanted receiving shores
Sitting next to you
You smile about

of storm
His couch his flying V
His scarves and silks
His fighting knights
And the boys of USC
Huh

This machine surrounded hate
And forced it to surrender

single piece of silk
through the street lamp I can see her lips
it won't be long before this is lifted and I'm embraced by exactly all of this.
 
The amber